Snippet #1927883

New in town.

The man entered town, and paused, head cocked slightly- ears straining against the normal night sounds. A glance over his shoulder, a rabbit dashing across the path, nothing more. "Dark days.." he mumbles, hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of his main blade- the gladius style blade would seem odd in this region..but so would the man- he hailed from distant shores, the lilt of his voice told enough to mark him foreign. Wrapped in dark leathers, from his deep cowl-like hood to his worn yet comfortable boots, the man blended with the darkness perfectly- the natural veins in the skins used for the leather had been dyed separately, infusing a mottled pattern that broke up the figure's outline when in heavy cover. Over all he was not a large man, only about average height and weight...his eyes however drove away any normalcy about him- yellow, and cat-like, with strange pupils that seemed to shift and change with the light.

Resuming his walk into the town proper, he trudges through the snow without much effort, having walked through the stuff for miles by now. It was cold, and he was wet, the Inn would be his fist stop. From there he would inquire after supplies and see if there was a local blacksmith. He needed a few things worked on, a blade sharpened and would like to see about getting some new arrows. Then he would pass along- these small towns were notorious traps for travelers, lure you in with warm food and beds...then locked you in with a wife and some kids. He understood the need, refreshing the gene pool and all that..but he had a job.

The man was a hunter. A Witcher- slayer of monsters, mutant to some...underpaid pest controller to others. He was a hired blade, selling his services to hunt and kill the things that went bump in the night, and in some cases..he did side work against humans as well- times WERE tight after all, coin was coin. Raised and trained as he was though...humans just were boring to kill. Why he was passing through this area though, no one would know..he had not been hired here or anywhere nearby. It was odd then that someone of his skill-set would be placed in this area..

His eyes settle on a well lit building, marked as the local Inn by the smell of food and the sound of people. With a sigh and a shudder- he could still feel eyes upon him, though that rabbit was long-gone, he sets off towards the building's main door.